[ It's something like a flashing sensation that gathers his attention, a pulsing like a strong heartbeat or a metronome that syncs up to a fist pounding from the other side. He can't hear it, but if his eyes aren't entirely deceiving him (again), there is someone there on the other side.
Shocked into action, he blinks several times and realizes the man opposite him is twisting an imaginary lock. He nods, emphatic, mouthing several words before holding up a finger — one second — and struggling to wade away. Soaked now from the churn, teeth threatening to chatter, he digs for something dry or something that writes wet and finally comes across a sharpie.
Coming back to the window, he writes backwards in large, capital letters against the glass so that the imposing figure on the other side doesn't need to translate the words. Arguing with the water and the ink-based markers causes him to have to pass over the letters more than once, but eventually he gets the whole message out, scratching it into the glass with the damn thing clasped in his fist like a toddler just learning to write. ]
LOCK OUT BACK COPY THE CODE
[ Beneath, he spreads the binder open, pressing it against the window and holding it there. The symbols are complicated and he isn't so sure he'd be able to remember the right order. Hovering above it, just over his own writing, he mouths please.
He doesn't know who this person is, but they're looking like they're about Foggy's only choice at the moment. And he most certainly doesn't want to die here. ]
no subject
Shocked into action, he blinks several times and realizes the man opposite him is twisting an imaginary lock. He nods, emphatic, mouthing several words before holding up a finger — one second — and struggling to wade away. Soaked now from the churn, teeth threatening to chatter, he digs for something dry or something that writes wet and finally comes across a sharpie.
Coming back to the window, he writes backwards in large, capital letters against the glass so that the imposing figure on the other side doesn't need to translate the words. Arguing with the water and the ink-based markers causes him to have to pass over the letters more than once, but eventually he gets the whole message out, scratching it into the glass with the damn thing clasped in his fist like a toddler just learning to write. ]
COPY THE CODE
[ Beneath, he spreads the binder open, pressing it against the window and holding it there. The symbols are complicated and he isn't so sure he'd be able to remember the right order. Hovering above it, just over his own writing, he mouths please.
He doesn't know who this person is, but they're looking like they're about Foggy's only choice at the moment. And he most certainly doesn't want to die here. ]